A/N: FINALLY!!! Are you guys excited? Cause I know I am! Super 100% 360 DEGREE Changeeee! :D The awaited chapter for Minstal finally arrives! Next update will be Taeli~ And don't forget to check out the affiliate of this fiction, SM-5! (Link in the Foreword) SERIOUSLY GO CHECK IT OUTTTT 

And sorry it's not that long. I was having a REALLY DEAD author's block when doing this chapter. 

[Day 1 Of MinStal]

            [Krystal’s POV]

            I didn’t know he really meant it. He was really competitive that I didn’t even know where I should start on. The broth was overcooked, so we had to throw it away. I’m currently holding an ice pack on my head while Minho oppa had his on the whole of his body. Bet you’re wondering how’d we get so tough?

            It’s simple, actually. The apartment was really that big, and when he pushed me, I accidentally fell just by the wall and.. he fell down with me.

*****          

            “Ah, my head hurts!” Krystal exclaimed as the ice pack on her head suddenly stung. The more she pressed it, the more it hurts.

            “Bear with it, will you? My body aches too much to care,” so suddenly, Minho replied with a cold reaction. She of course, was shocked to see Minho’s sudden carelessness as she expected a better reaction from him since they are being filmed, and so far, Minho had never done that to anyone on television. He cares about his image too much to not care, before. But now?

            Krystal had a fidgeting look on her face and toughen up herself to go near Minho, and whispered in his ears so slowly, “Hey! Don’t you remember we’re being filmed? Your manager’s not gonna like this! Your image will be ruined!”

            Not long, Minho rolled his eyes and then looked sharply into Krystal’s eyes, portraying the image of the ‘bad oppa’ rather than what he had always portrayed before, ‘the friendly oppa’.

            “Well, I don’t care anymore. The PDs would cut this scene anyway, SM wouldn’t want my image to be ruined like this. They would always ask for the PDs to cut my bad side since I’m supposed to be the charismatic one, remember? Now just sit and be quiet, will you? We’ll cook in the next hour or somewhere around there so you just relax. I don’t think the special guests would come any..”

            The doorbell suddenly rang, cutting off Minho’s long obnoxious speech. The both of them were alarmed, and their eyes suddenly met with a pang inside each other’s eyes. The ice packs that were placed on their bodies all fell down to the floor. With another look into the other’s eyes, they knew they were thinking of the same thing.

            “Well? What are you waiting for? As the good wife, you should go open the door!” Minho panicked, and started to clumsily clean up the messy living room. Krystal just gave a nod, not being able to shout back to him as before due to the sudden shock of their guest actually arriving when they really do have nothing to spare.

*****

[Krystal’s POV]

            By Minho’s orders, I walked slowly towards the door, forgetting the fact that my head is still in pain from the fall of the game we had earlier. Stepping into my slippers, I peeked into the door hole to possibly figure out who might our special guest be. My heart was beating fast, as I couldn’t make out who was the person in front of the door. Oh, how I wished it was one of the f(x) members.. Especially Victoria or Sulli. They could help me, really.

            “Surprise!” the door flew open as soon as I finished turning the knob the side. Without being able to recognize whoever it was at the front door, I felt my body being lift up and turned around and round just like that roller coaster I rode before in the amusement parks. After two turns, my body is finally let down and I felt another hug coming, my body was squeezed real tightly. Whoever this person is, he or she must’ve forgotten that I’m actually ‘married’. Well, after being hugged so tightly, I’m convinced that this person is a ‘he’. The hug was released, and I looked clearly, figuring out who this person is.

            “Junho?! What are you doing here?!”

            “Just visiting you! Are you mad? You don’t look fine.. You seem to have a bruise near your head.. Oh yeah! Who’s your husband? Is he taking care of you well? Cause if he isn’t, he’s gonna learn something from me..” Junho started to babble and enter the living room, getting ready to punch ‘whoever’ my husband was.

            After a second, I noticed that there was another person at the front door that was not inside the apartment. Tilted my head a little bit, just to see whoever this other person was. And wasn’t it a damn good surprise to actually find, one of my dearest unnies, Yoona, standing with her doe-like smile, as pretty as she had always been with her red top and denim knee-length jeans. Her long hair was let go, not tied up as she had always done it, with a flower hair pin stuck nicely on the left side of her hair. She gave me a little wave as I walked towards her.

            “Unnie, you’re here too? What a really nice surprise! It’s been a really long time since I last saw you!” I exclaimed as I gave her a big bear hug. She seemed pleased. “How is Sica unnie nowadays? Haven’t seen her home in a while either. I only managed to have conversations with her through phone, but that isn’t much of a help since you guys are always busy doing promotions.”

            “She’s fine, Krystal, she has always been healthy. Now that you mentioned it, she was actually supposed to be here but she had a sudden clash of schedules so I had to replace her, as the producers asked,” she explained calmly to me while placing her hand on my shoulder. I nodded understandingly, giving her another hug.

            “Well, whatever it is, it’s still wonderful to see you again, unnie! And.. why aren’t you coming in? Let’s not be waiting outside, yes? It’s really cold, I wonder how you managed to wear those clothes in this cold month of the year..”

            “Haha, you know me, Krystal. Coldness is my biggest enemy! To fight it, would be to wear these simple clothes. I don’t get sick easily, so what do I care? Oh and! The PDs told me that you guys prepared lunch for us! I’m really hoping for you to cook steamed meat and maybe some kimchi and side dishes..” she walked in, rubbing her stomach hungrily, imagining and saying all the food that we have not prepared.   

*****

            “Junho? You’re the guest?” he almost shouted. The ice packs that he had picked up fell once again as he saw Junho in front of him.

            “So you’re Krystal’s husband? Well, they really couldn’t pick a better choice.. They should have picked me!” Junho retorted innocently.

            “Well, you’re a bit rude, considering you are in our house right now, aren’t you?”

            “And yeah.. about that unnie,  I don’t think we have any food, cause to be honest, I’m quite hungry myself and a lot happened..” a voice, acknowledged as Krystal’s, suddenly came in from the front door, went through Minho’s ears and had effectively cut off the conversation between him and Junho.

            “Yoona?” he stared at her, almost immediately as they walked in.

            “Minho?” the atmosphere was suddenly quiet.

            “You’re Soojung-ie’s husband? Wow, they really couldn’t have picked a better choice!” Yoona teased playfully, breaking down the silence.

            “I know right?” Junho turned to her, high-fiving her playfully.

            “Why is everyone saying that today? I’m sorry if you both didn’t know, but I am, by far, the most perfect choice for a husband! I’m sporty, kind, tall, has good manners and most of all, perfect!” Minho’s cheeks suddenly flashed red while Krystal gave a cheeky chuckle at the situation. Noticing her giggles, Minho tightened up his face and came towards Krystal angrily.

            “You! Come with me!” he suddenly pulled Krystal roughly and went inside the master bedroom. “Hey! Don’t pull me ever so roughly! I’m a girl too, you know?”

            “Well.. that’s not very nice, leaving us honorary guests alone over here with no food,” Junho complained, feeling a bit down as Krystal had left the room.

            “Junho, you do know that they are newlyweds? Let them be together! They need to have time together and we’re really kind of bugging, when they have nothing to prepare for us. Come on, let’s raid the fridge and actually make something. I’m feeling extra hungry after the bumpy ride we had here.”

******

            “Wow, you’re suddenly a very rough person!” Krystal exclaimed as soon as Minho let go of her hand, once they stepped into the master bedroom, rubbing her red hands that were clutched onto tightly by Minho before.

            “Listen, kid. I am not going to tolerate you saying anything bad about me today, or at least until they leave. You are going to be the bad wife, claiming that I am the best husband you ever had, and it’s better for you to say that many times to Yoona, and maybe Junho as well and don’t forget to..”

            “Hey, I’m not your servant. I am your wife that could do anything I want to. It seems to me you’re trying to look good in front of Yoona unnie?” Krystal lifted an eyebrow, couldn’t help but feeling suspicious of the man in front of her.

            “Well, you can’t tell? Seriously, why are you my wife at all? It would’ve been better if you were Yuri or Yoona or even Suzy! I have better scandals than them, and it would rise my popularity up way much more rather than having you as my wife, now that I think about it.. I seriously didn’t mind at first, but now, yeah, regrets.”

            Krystal’s face turned red due to embarrassment. She gritted her teeth and was ready to attack him any second now, “How dare you say that to me?!” But she couldn’t attack, considering cameras were everywhere, and she was really starting to think that Minho is forgetting the fact that they are being recorded. Minho was shedding off his friendly image, and showcased his bad side to her, which made her more furious, as she finally knew he was pretending all this time.

            “You may think you have total control over me, but you’re definitely wrong, Mr Perfect. You’re messing with Jung Soojung right here, and you never, I repeat, never order me. You may like Yoona unnie and want to impress her, but oh, there’s no way I will possibly let you do that. You are now my enemy, and you better prepare yourself!” Krystal’s eyes was filled with anger as she shoved her fist into Minho’s stomach, ready to start a fight.

            “Hey! Why are you guys shouting? You’re newlyweds, for God’s sakes! Come on, we found some ramen in the kitchen, let’s eat!” Yoona suddenly popped out from the bedroom door. Both Krystal and Minho nodded, and with Krystal putting down her fist, Yoona left the door open and went skipping straight back to the kitchen, thinking she has stopped the fight.

            “We’re coming!” Minho shouted nervously and started walking out the door, leaving Krystal alone. Oh, Choi Minho. You just wait, this place will be hell for you, as long as I’m still standing right here, as your wife.

*****

            Minho came into the kitchen first, again, leaving Krystal behind him, not caring for the world about her. All he cares right now, is how to impress Yoona, how to convince her (and Junho too) that he is the most perfect husband anyone could ever find, and teach her to regret that she is not Krystal. He sat down at the table, seeing the ramen inside the hot wok, he suddenly felt hungry. He took his pair of chopsticks and his empty bowl and started to scoop as many noodles that he could possibly get.

            “Oh, honey! What are you doing? Let me scoop those for you,” Krystal suddenly appeared out of nowhere, with an evil smile, took the bowl and the pair of chopsticks from him. She started to throw back in the noodles that were filled in the bowl until only half of them are left. Then, she slowly put that back on his table and started to scoop for Junho and Yoona. Unlike Minho’s, she put the noodles fully inside Junho and Yoona’s bowl, and of course, hers too, until there was nothing more than a drop of soup inside the wok. ‘

            “Hey! Why are your noodles more than mine?! I don’t have more than half in my bowl! That’s not fair, Krystal!” Minho couldn’t help but blurt out angrily. Krystal gave another smirk before she replied,

            “Well, honey, don’t you remember? You told me you have go on a diet before. Or else that flabby stomach of yours are going to grow big! So don’t complain and eat your noodles before I eat them for you,” Krystal replied sternly. Minho gave an angry sigh, but didn’t throw in a fit since he knew he couldn’t as Junho and Yoona were in front of them. He had no choice but to eat his noodles, just the way they are. Satisfied, Krystal ate her bowl of noodles gladly, for she had win this round.

            “Anyway, until when are you going to stay here, Yoona unnie, Junho oppa?” Krystal asked sweetly, as though the conversation between her and Minho didn’t happen.

            “Well, we’re going to stay here until next morning, but we’re not allowed to sleep with either of you in your rooms because we were ordered to sleep in the guest rooms,” Yoona replied.

            “Oh... just until next morning, I see? That’s wonderful news, then! We could play everything! From checkers, to chess, board games and maybe some video games..”

            “WHAT? NEXT MORNING? But that is not possible! You guys can’t stay here until next morning!” Or more specifically, I can’t stay nice until next morning.

            “Well, we have to. Producers’ orders. Like it or not, we are here to stay.”

            Well, this day keeps getting better and better.